my feels are raw

anonymous asked:

Oh god I just finished "my lungs and your lilac eyes" and I'm crying uncontrollably whilst writing this. Thank you so much nonnie for suggesting this. I think this is my all time fav fic. The feelings are so raw and real and the passion between the two is so visible. Like the ending completely fucked me up completely. I can't stop crying. I hope she wrote more Ziam fics.

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Sidlink and Volink are my current most requested ships to make art of, so why not have them swap Links for fun?

slavic mythology asks
  • Perun: the sky tears open with thunder - are you scared or are you one with the storm?
  • Veles: someone breaks a promise that meant everything to you - what do you do?
  • Jarilo: the spring came and with it the memories - which spring do you remember best and why?
  • Morana: the time of your death has come but you are given a choice - how do you want to go?
  • Mokosh: a plant grows on your grave after you die, carrying a piece of your soul - what plant would it be?
  • Svarog: summer's sun burns your skin and breaks your heart - which summer do you regret the most?
  • Zorja Utrennjaja: you open your eyes to the delicate light of dawn - what is the first thing you think about?
  • Zorja Vechernjaja: the sky is dark and the air sweet - what pleasure do you long for?
  • Leshy: you walk through a forest filled with whispers and hungry eyes - do you stray from the path?
  • Baba Yaga: the night is heavy and bitter - what is the worst nightmare you ever had?
  • Topielec: you wade in water on a quiet evening - is it a lake, a river, or maybe sea?
  • Żmij: you see before you a creature of hundred eyes and sly smiles - do you banish it or befriend it?

Maybe

It was in the late hours of the night, when the trousers were already half buttoned up, that the words ‘you could stay’ stalled the fingers and gave birth to a thought. A tentative whispered thought of maybe.

It was during minutes so tense and so vulnerable, when they were each lying on their side of the bed not sleeping and not talking either, that the thought of maybe trembled with insecurity.

It was in the stilted moments, when the nervousness thickened and a shaky laugh escaped from a closed up throat shattering the tension, that the thought of maybe solidified.

It was in the instant, when a hand found a hand and hesitated until warm unsure fingers entwined and squeezed ever so gently, that the thought of maybe grew louder.

It was in the dark of the night, when the sleepy body finally heard the soul and wrapped its arms around the torso beside it, that the thought of maybe could no longer be ignored.

It was in the early hours of the morning, when eyes opened sleepily and the arms realized they never wanted to let go, that the thought of maybe left the mind and settled in the heart.

pt 2 of me taking a digital art class: my future fryder!! her name is stella

For the first time in as long as I can remember, I dread summer coming. I don’t want to be away from you for so long.
The time that was once my treasured escape from anxiety and torment now stretches across my future as a vast two months where the physical distance between you and I actually separates us.
Your presence calms me; that’s why I’m always by your side
and I hope I’m as much of a comfort to you
I wish so much that I could have met you sooner so that when you were left with no one I could’ve been there for you
You’ve taught me things I didn’t know I was missing; now I know it’s okay to ask for help and to talk when I need to talk
I felt a sense of wholeness with you
There was some void you filled I hadn’t known was empty
I want to tell you I love you so many times in a day I lose count
—  Platonic love is so damn beautiful and I wholly believe it’ll only get better - Firecat
Bad Girls Get Punished

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, use of toys, dom / sub, punishment, slight bondage, unprotected sex 

Word Count: 1400

Summary: Bucky punishes you after you’ve been a bad girl 


I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but my matching black lace bra and panties, hands tucked under my thighs like commanded. The cool air in the bedroom was tickling my bare skin, causing a shiver to roll down my spine, goosebumps rising over my arms and legs. I had been sitting here waiting for twenty minutes and the anticipation of what was coming was making it hard to sit still. My arousal already pooling hot in the pit of my belly.

I closed my eyes and bit hard on my bottom lip, taking a long breath as I pictured Bucky’s face clearly in my mind. We’d been at the club, drinking, celebrating. And maybe I’d pushed his buttons by looking at Pietro a little too fondly, and maybe Pietro’s hands had wandered a little too low while we were dancing; whatever it was though Bucky had passed jealous within seconds and arrived furious. He tugged me back against his chest and away from Pietro’s sticky fingers, making sure I felt the press of his erection along the crease of my ass as he whispered heavily in my ear that I was going to pay for it later. Honestly, that had been the exact reaction I’d been hoping for. 

I moaned quietly, clenching my thighs together as I imagined what he might be doing later. Bucky never kept punishments the same, he mixed it up so I never knew what to expect, so I never knew what was coming.

“What are you thinking about?”

My eyes popped open as Bucky’s voice broke my train of thought, the breath catching in my throat as I watched him walk towards me, only dressed in his dark jeans from earlier, the hard planes of his chest illuminated in the soft light in the bedroom. Suddenly remembering what he’d asked I shook my head quickly.
“Nothing,” I stammered out. Bucky clicked his tongue, shaking one of his metal fingers at me.
“Nothing?” He repeated. “Are you sure you weren’t thinking about Pietro’s hands all over you?”

I shook my head again, wetting my lips with my tongue.
“N - no, I wasn’t thinking of him.”
“Good girl.”

Bucky knelt in front of me, tracing each of his hands up the fronts of my legs until he reached my knees, the corners of his lips picking up into a smirk as he pulled them apart. I inhaled sharply through my nose as he lent forward between my legs, pulling out a wooden box from under the bed.

Bucky rifled through it for a second before looking up at me, nodding towards the top of the bed.

“Go and lie down, hands above your head.”
I did so without question, getting myself comfortable on the pillows before lifting my arms up, my eyes staying on Bucky as he lent over me, his breath ghosting over my face as he secured my wrists to the headboard with the silk scarves he had hold of. I tested them as soon as he was finished; they were tight but not enough that it was cutting any circulation off.

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The Story Continues As More Chaos Ensues 

Okay but Taeil’s voice is so unreal ? Like it’s so stable and his control is always 100% flawless like,, sometimes I’m just so taken aback because he’s just got one of the most powerful yet gentle voices I’ve heard ever be generated in a person and the emotion he puts into it is always so raw and lingering and leaves my chest feeling hollow and my eyes absolutely fixated on him just !!! what a fucking presence man, I can’t think of any other voice that leaves me so emotionally heightened